The golden rings in the Sovereign's eyes began turning again.
Nobody spoke.
Simon stared at the man on the horn throne as his words echoed in his mind.
The Eternal Court.
He remembered the night at the Varns' dining table when Zarven first told him about the Four Orders. The Abyss. The Dominion. The Blood Covenant. And the Eternal Court. Four hidden organizations that were the true powers of the Demon Realm.
And Caesar was connected to one of them.
'Either a member… or he holds it in the palm of his hand.'
His fingers curled slowly.
"You said you believe," Simon said. "So you're not certain."
"No, I'm not." The Sovereign lifted the black jade bowl but didn't drink. "But from what I've seen, it's most likely that he's a member of the Eternal Court. And not just any member. A high-ranking member that they value."
He paused.
"Or he has found a way to control those high-ranking members."
Simon frowned deeply.
